is Pierc Give us thy thoughts and rate 'em as thou wilt Here 's Blood for 'em but point us to the veins That hold the richest we will empty those To purchase ' em North. Hold generous Youth This gallantry unlocks my inmost Brest Seizing a secret dearer than my heart Attend me Lords I have from Port le Blanc This very day receiv'd intelligence That our wrong'd Herford with Lord Rainold Cobham Sir Thomas Arpingham bold Sir Iohn Rainston Sir Robert Waterton Quaint Norbery With eight tall Ships three thousand men in Arms Design with speed to touch our Northern shore If then you have a spark of British glory To imp our drooping Countries broken Wing Joyn hands with me and post to Ravenspurg Ross. Now business stirs and life is worth our while Will. Nature her self of late hath broke her Order Then why should we continue our dull Round Rivers themselves refuse their wonted course Start wide or turn on their own Fountain heads Our Lawrels all are blasted rambling Meteors Affright the fixst inhabitants of Heav'n The pale fac't Moon looks bloody on the Earth And lean-lookt Prophets whisper dreadful change Pierc Away let 's post to th' North and see for once A Sun rise there the glorious Bulling-brook For our Return will not pass a thought For if our Courtiers passage be withstood We 'll make our selves a Sea and sail in Blood Exeunt Enter Queen Attended Lady Despair not Madam Queen Who shall hinder me I will despair and be at enmity With flattering hope he is a Couzener A Parasite a keeper back of Death That wou'd dissolve at once our pain and Life Which lingring hope holds long upon the Rack Yet Murders at the last the cruel'st way Lady Here comes the Duke Enter York and Servants Queen With signs of War about his aged neck And full of careful business are his looks York Death and confusion oh set my Corsleet right fetch my commanding Sword scour up the brown Bills Arm Arm Arm. Queen Now Uncle for Heav'ns sake speak comfort York Comforts in Heav'n and we are on the Earth nothing but crosses on this side of the Moon my heart stews in Choller I shall dissolve to a Gelly That your Husband shou'd have no more wit than to go a Knight Erranting whilst Rogues seize all at home and that I shou'd have no more wit than to be his Deputy at such a proper time to undertake to support a crazy Government that can scarce carry my own Fat Well Sirrah have you given my Son orders to strengthen his Forces if he prove a Flincher too Gent. My Lord I know not how he stands affected Not well I fear because at my Arrival He was withdrawn at least pretended so So that I cou'd not give him your Commands York Why so go all which way it will the Nobles are all fled and hide themselves like my ungracious Rascal or else strike in with the Rebels the Commons find our Exchequer empty and revolt too and a blessed bargain I have on 't Queen Alass my Bank and Jewels are dispos'd off For the Kings wants already and to wait Till fresh recruits come from our Fathers Court I fear will lose our Cause York Get thee to Plashy to my Sister Gloster Her Coffers I am sure are strongly lin'd Bid her send me presently 50000. Nobles Hold take my Ring fly if thou lov'st thy Head Gent. My Lord I had forgot to tell you that to day Passing by there I was inform'd But I shall grieve you to report the rest York What is' t Knave Gent. An hour before I came the Dutches Dy'd Her Son your Nephew ere her Blood was cold Makes all secure and flies to Bullingbrook York Death what a tide of woes break upon us at once Perverse Woman to take this time to Die in and the varlet her Son too to take this time to play the villain in wou'd to Heav'n the King had cut off my Head as he did my Brothers Come Sister Couzen I would say pray Pardon me if I know how to order these perplext Affairs I am a Sturgeon Gentlemen go Muster up your Men and meet me at Barkley Castle I should to Plashie too but time will not suffer the Wind 's cross too and will let us hear nothing from Ireland nor boots it much if they have no better News for us than we have for them All 's wrong Oh! fie hot hot Exeunt SCENE the Third The Field Flourish Enter Bullingbrook Northumberland Piercy and the Rest with their Powers Bull. And thus like Seamen scatter'd in a Storm Meet we to Revel on the safer Shore Accept my worthy Friends my dearest thanks For yet my Infant Fortunes can present Returns no Richer but when these are Ripe North. Your Presence was the Happiness we sigh'd for And now made Rich in that we seek no more Enter Ross and Willoughby Bull. My Lords y' are well return'd what News from Wales We hear that Salisbury has Levi'd there Full 40000 on the Kings behalf Ross. My Lord that Cloud 's disperst the Welshmen hearing That all the North here had resign'd to you Disperst themselves and part are hither fled Will. Fortune so Labours to Confirm your Pow'r That all Attempts go cross on the Enemies side Enter York and Servants Bull. But see our Uncle York come as I guess To Treat with us being doubtful of his strength His hot and testie humour else wou'd nere Salute us but with Blows be ready Guards When I shall give Command My Noble Uncle York Shew me thy humble Heart and not thy Knee Whose Duty 's feign'd and false Bull. My Gracious Uncle York Tut tut Grace me no Grace and Uncle me no Uncle I am no Traytors Uncle I renounce thee Why have these banisht and forbidden Feet Dar'd once to touch a Dust of English ground But more then why why have they dar'd to march So many Miles upon her Peaceful Bosom Frighting her pale-fac't Villages with War Com'st thou because th' annointed King is hence Why graceless Boy the King is left behind And in my Loyal Bosom lies the Power Were I but now the Lord of such hot Youth As when brave Gaunt thy Father and my Self Rescu'd the Black Prince that young Mars of Men O then how quickly should this Arm of mine Now Pris'ner to the Palsie Chastise thee And this raw Crew of hot-braind Youth about thee Your Boys should have Correction much Correction Bull. Why reverend Uncle let me know my fault On what Condition stands it and wherein York Even in Condition of the worst Degree In gross Rebellion and detested Treason Thou art a Banisht Man and here art come Before the Expiration of thy time In braving Arms against thy Sovereign Bull. As I was Banisht I was Banisht Herford But as I come I come for Lancaster Look on my wrongs with an indifferent Eye You are my Father for methinks in you I see Old Gaunt Alive O then my Father Will you permit
proof of which I summon thee to Combate Beseeching of his Majesty the Grace To my wrong'd Fame t' appoint our Tryal-day Where Herford's Blood shall for his slanders pay And wash the Poyson of his Tongue away King Rash men thus long we have giv'n you the hearing Now let the pleasure of your King be heard And know our Wisdom shall prescribe a way To purge this Choller without letting Blood Forget forgive conclude and be agreed Gaunt see this difference end where it begun Wee 'l calm the Duke of Norfolk you your Son Gaunt To be a Peace-maker becomes my Age Throw down my Son the Duke of Norfolk's Gage King And Norfolk throw down his Gaunt When Harry when Obedience bids I shou'd not bid again King Will Norfolk when the King commands be slow Mow. My self dread Sov'raign at your feet I throw My Life you may command but not my Shame I cannot give nor will you ask my Fame I am Impeacht disgrac't before my King Pierc't to the Soul with Slanders Venom'd Sting Incurable but by the Traytor 's Blood That breath'd the Poyson King Rage must be withstood Give me his Gage Lyons make Leopards tame Mow. Yes but not change their Spots take but my shame And I resign my Gage my dear dread Lord The purest Treasure Mortal times afford Is spotless honour take but that away Men are but guilded Loam and painted Clay King Cousin throw down his Gage do you begin Bull. Just Heav'n defend me from so foul a sin Condemn not Sir your Blood to such disgrace Shall I seem brav'd before my Father's Face No Royal Sir ere my Blaspheaming Tongue Shall do my Loyalty so foul a wrong Or sound so base a Parle by th' Roots I 'le tear The slavish Herrald of so vile a fear And spit it bleeding where the worst disgrace And slanders harbour ev'n in Mowbray's face King Now by my Scepter you have wak't my spleen And since we sue in vain to make ye friends Prepare to meet before us in the Lists You shall and he that bauk's the Combat dies Behold me give your head-long fury Scope Each to chastise the others guilty Pride What Council cannot let the Sword decide Exeunt SCENE the Second Enter Dutchess of Glocester in Mourning Dutch How slow alas the hours of Sorrow fly Whose Wings are dampt with Tears my dear dear Gloster I have more than a Widdows loss to mourn She but laments a Death but I a Murder Enter Gaunt Gaunt When Sister will you find the way to comfort Dutch When Gaunt has found the way to Vengeance Comfort Before that hour were Guilty Edwards seven Sons whereof thy self art one Where as seven Viols of his sacred Blood Or seven fair Branches springing from one Stock Some of those Streams by natures course are dry'd Some of those Branches by the Destinies cut But Thomas my dear Lord my Life my Gloster One flourishing Branch of that most Royal Stem Is hew'd and all his verdant Leaves disperst By envies hand and Murders bloody Axe Gaunt Sister the part I have in Gloster's Blood Do's more sollicite me than your exclaims To stir against the Butchers of his life But since Revenge is Heav'ns Prerogative Put we our Quarrel to the will of Heav'n Enter York York Save ye Sister very hot oh hot weather and hot work come Brother the Lists are ready the Fight will be worth the while besides your concern there is somewhat more than ordinary I' faith now I cou'd be content to have Harry scape but for all that I wou'd have the Traytor die Gaunt Cou'd my impartial eye but find him such Fell Mow-bray's Sword should come to late Dutch Where shall my Sorrows make their last complaint If York deny me too York What wou'd our Sister Dutch Revenge and speedy for my Glosters death York Why there 't is Revenge ho a fine morsel for a Lady fasting Gloster was my Brother true but Gloster was a Traytor and that 's true too I hate a Traytor more than I love a Brother Dutch A Traytor York York 'T is somewhat a course name for a Kinsman but yet to my thinking to raise an Army execute Subjects threaten the King himself and reduce him to answer particulars has a very strong smatch with it go too you are in fault your complaints are guilty your very Tears are Treason No remedy but Patience Dutch Call it not patience York 't is cold despair In suffering thus your Brother to be slaughter'd You shew the naked path to your own Lives Ah! had his fate been yours my Gloster wou'd Have set a Nobler Prince upon your Lives York This Air grows infectious will you go Brother Dutch But one word more grief ever was a Talker But I will teach him silence of you both I take eternal leave Comforts wait on you When I am laid in Earth to some dark Cell Will I betake me where this weary Life Shall with the taper waste there shall I greet No Visitant but Death adieu my Lords If this Farewell your Patience has abus'd Think 't was my last and let it be excus'd Exeunt SCENE the Third A Pavilion of State before the Lists Marshal and Aumerle from several Entrances Marsh. My Lord Aumerle is Harry Herford arm'd Aum. Yes at all points and longs to enter in Marsh. The Duke of Norfolk sprightfully and bold Waits but the Summons of the Appealants Trumpet But see the King Flourish Enter King Queen attended Gaunt York Pierce Northumberland c. who place themselves to view the Combat Mowbray brought in by a Herald King Marshal demand of yonder Combatant Why he comes here and orderly proceed To swear him in the justice of his cause Marsh. In the Kings name say who thou art and what 's thy Quarrel Speak truly on thy Knighthood and thy Oath So Heav'n defend thee and thy Valour Mow. Hither is Mowbray come upon his Oath To justifie his Loyalty and truth Against false Bullingbrook that has appeal'd me And as I truly fight defend me Heav'n Trumpet again Bullingbrook and Herald King Demand of yonder Knight why he comes here And formally according to our Law Depose him in the justice of his Cause Marsh. Thy name and wherefore thou art hither come Before King Richard in his Royal Lists Speak like a true Knight so defend thee Heav'n Bull. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Derby Stands here in Arms to prove on Thomas Mowbray That he 's a Traytor to the King and State And as I truly fight defend me Heav'n But first Lord Marshal I entreat the Grace To kiss my Soveraigns hand and do him homage For Mowbray and my self are like to men That vow along and weary Pilgrimage Therefore shou'd take a ceremonious leave And tender farewel of our several Friends Marsh. Th'Appealant in all duly greets your Highness Craving to kiss your hand and take his leave King We will descend and fould him in our Arms Now Cousin as thy Cause is just So be
phlegm That I can timely pocket wrongs if so Why come I thus in Arms to seek my Right No sirs to give you proof that Bullingbrook Can do bold justice here stands one Example This bold presumer that dares call in question The courage of the Man you choose for King Shall die for his Offence Guards hang him up 1. Why Neighbours will ye thus give up your Light who shall reveal to ye to save you from the Poyson of the Whore and the Horns of the Beast 2. He had no Vision to foretel this therefore deserves Hanging for being a false Prophet Bull. Thus as a Ruler justice bids me doom But for my private part I weep to think That Blood shou'd be the Prologue to my Reign 4. Good Prince he weeps for him Neighbour Revelation depart in peace For thy honour it will be recorded that Bullingbrook was Crown'd and thou hang'd all on a Day 1. What a spirit of delusion has seiz'd ye why thus will this rav'nous Storck devour ye all do do deliver me to the Gibbet and let the next turn be yours thus shall these Nobility Rascals hold you in Slavery seize your Houses over your heads hang your Sons and ravish your Daughters All Say ye so they must excuse us for that fall on Neighbors A Rescue a Rescue c. Bull. Hold Gentlemen if I have done ye wrong The fault is mine and let me suffer for 't But be not thus injurious to your selves To fling your naked Breasts on our Swords points Alas it will not be within my Pow'r To save ye when my Troops are once enrag'd Therefore give up this vile Incendiary Who as you see to save his miscreant Life Seeks to expose all yours trust me I weep To think that I must loose a Member but Let justice have its course All Ay ay Let justice have it's course hang hang him up A Bullingbrook a Bullingbrook a Bullingbrook c Exeunt ACT the Third SCENE the First Enter King Richard Aumerle Carlile c. Souldiers King BArklay-Castle call you this at hand Aum. The same my Lord how brooks your Grace the Air After long tossing on the breaking Seas King Needs must I like it well I weep for joy To stand upon my Kingdom once again Dear Earth I do salute thee with my Hand Tho' Rebells wound thee with their Horses hoofs Feed not thy Sov'raigns foes my gentle earth Nor with thy fragrant sweets refresh their sense With Thorns and Brambles Choak their Treacherous way And when they stoop to Rob thee of a Flow'r Guard it I pray thee with a lurking Adder Serpents with Serpents fitly will engage Mock not my senseless Conjuration Lords This Earth shall have a feeling and these Stones Rise Souldiers Arm'd before their Native King Shall falter under foul Rebellious Arms. Carlile Doubt not my Lord the Conduct and the Courage With which you have supprest one Rebel Crew Will Crown your Temples with fresh Lawrells here How have we else Employ'd our absent time But Practising the way to Victory Aum. I fear my Lord that we are too remiss Whilst Bullingbrook through our security Strengthens himself in substance and in Friends King Desponding Cousin dost thou not consider That when the searching Eye of Heav'n is hid Then Thieves and Robbers do securely Range Alarm with Cryes of Murther starting sleep And fill with Out-rages the guilty Shades But when the Day 's discov'ring Rays return Firing the proud tops of the Eastern Pines And dart their Lightnings through each Guilty Nook Then Murders Treasons and detested Crimes Dismantled from the Cloak of Night stand bare And Tremble at their own Deformity So when this Thief Night-rev'ling Bullingbrook Shall see our Beams of Majesty return'd His Treasons shall sit blushing on his Face Not able to endure the sight of Day Carl. Not all the Waters of th'unfathom'd Sea Can wash the Balm from an Annointed King King Move we secure then in our Royal Right To th' Traytors Executions not to Fight Exeunt SCENE The Second A Garden Queen Dutches of York and other Ladies Queen Our Uncle York's delay brings fresh suspition That we are Pris'ners in a larger Chain Besides I fear that our Intelligence Is Smooth'd and Tamper'd ere it reach our Ear. Dutch Our Servants wear a doubtful Countenance Struck with a gen'ral fear whilst they observe Fresh Prodigies start forth with ev'ry Hour The frighted Springs retreat to Earth agen The Seasons change their Courses as the Year Had found some Months asleep and leapt them over Qu. Here come the Gardiners let us step aside They 'l talk of State for every one do's so Before a Change and dullest Animals Have oft the earliest sense of Alterations Enter Gardiner and Servant Gard. Support those Vines and Bind those Peaches up Then like an Executioner Cut off the Heads of Sprigs that grow too fast And look too lofty in our Commonwealth All must be even in our Government But now we speak of Execution 2. Are Bushie Green and th' Earl of Wiltshire Dead Serv. By Bullingbrook's Command they have lost their Heads The King is Landed but it seems too late To Head the Forces rais'd by Salisbury Who had disperst themselves ere he arriv'd Qu. Then all our fears are true we are betray'd Dutch Patience dear Madam we may get hear further Serv. Think you the King will be depos'd Gard. Deprest he is already and 't is fear'd His fortune will decline from bad to worse Do what we can you see our Lawrels wither Our Sun-flowers all are blasted streams run backward These Prodigies forbode some dreadful change 'T is thought at last the King will be depos'd Queen I 'm prest to death with silence boding Peazant More senseless then the Plants or Earth thou tend'st Darst thou divine the downfall of a King Old Adams likeness set to dress this Garden What Eve what Serpent has seduc'd thy soul To prophesie this second fall of Man Gard. Pardon me Madam little joy have I To breath this News but fear you 'll find 'em true Queen Come Ladies let us post to meet the King This Scretch-Owl yet amongst his bodingcries Has sung the glad news of the Kings Arrival Which otherwise we were forbid to know Thou fear'st lest York shou'd meet with Bushies Fate Suspend thy Tears the heavy time may come That thou wilt blush to see thy York alive If Richard fall 't is Treason to survive Exeunt SCENE the Third A Heath King Aumerle Carlile Souldiers King Command a hault we will a while refresh Our sultry March a cool breez fanns this Air The last expresses we receiv'd from Wales Spoke of full 20000 fighting men Did it not Lords Aum. And some odd Troops besides King Nor will our Uncle York be negligent To muster up what Force he can Sure we shall blush my Lords at our own strength Heaping such numbers for so just a cause Aum. Sir doubt not but the active Foe will find Business enough t' employ
I know thy virtue will undoe thee Thou wilt be still a faithful constant Wife Feel all my Wrongs and suffer in my Fall There is the sting and venom of my Fate When I shall think that I have ruin'd Thee Queen I ask no more my Lord at Fortunes hands Then priviledge to suffer for your sake Who wou'd not share your Grief to share your Love This Kingdom yet which once you did prefer To the worlds sway this Beauty and this Heart Is Richards still millions of Loyal thoughts Are always waiting there to pay you homage That glorious Empire yields to you alone No Bullingbrook can chase you from that Throne King We 'll march no farther lead to th' Castle here Exeunt SCENE the Fourth A Castle Flourish Enter Bullingbrook York Northumberland Piercy Willoughby c. North. The News is very fair and good My Lord Richard within this Fort has hid his head York It would become the Lord Northumberland To say King Richard that so good a King Should be compell'd to hide a sacred Head And Thou have leave to shew a Villains Face Bull. Mistake not Uncle farther then you shou'd York Talk not thou Traytor farther then thou shoud'st Enter Ross. Bull. What say'st thou Ross will not this Castle yield Ross. My Lord the Castle Royally is man'd Against your entrance for the King and Queen But newly are arriv'd and enter'd there With them the Lord Aumerle Lord Salisbury Sir Stephen Scroop besides a Clergy-man Of holy rev'rence whom I cannot learn North. I know him 't is the Bishop of Carlile Bull. Go Northumberland through the ribs of this Castle With brazen Trumpets sound the breath of Parle Say thus that Bullingbrook upon his knees Kisses King Richards hands with true allegiance And that with thoughts of Peace he 's hither come Ev'n at his feet to lay his Arms and Pow'r Provided his Revenues be restor'd His Banishment repeal'd let this be granted Or else he 'l use th' advantage of his Power And lay the Summers Dust with show'rs of Blood Enter King above Aumerle Carlile c. But see where on the walls he do's appear As do's the blushing discontented Sun When envious Clouds combine to shade his Glory York O my dear Liege Heav'n guard your Majesty 'Fore Heav'n my old heart leaps at sight of you Think not that falsly I gave up your Pow'r If any Villain of 'em dares to say it I 'le call that Villain Lyar to his teeth He is a Rogue tho' it be Bullingbrook Lo here I kneel and pay thee Homage as a true Subject shou'd before the Rebels Faces King Rise York I know thy truth and pity thee We are amaz'd and thus long have we stood To watch the fearful bending of his knee Because We thought Our Self his lawful King Tell Bullingbrook for yond' methinks is he That every stride he makes upon Our Land Is dangerous Treason He is come t' unfold The purple Testament of bleeding War But e're the Crown he seeks shall bind his Brow A thousand Orphan'd Widowed Mothers Tears Shall wash from Earth their Sons and Husbands Blood North. Heaven forbid our Lord the King Shou'd thus with civil Arms be rusht upon Lord Bullingbrook does humbly kiss your Hand And swears his coming hither has no other scope Then to demand his Royalties and beg Enfrancisement from Exile grant but this His Glitt'ring Arms he will commend to Rust. King Northumberland say thus The King complies With his Demands and so commend us to him We do debase Our Self Cousin do we not To look so peaceful and to speak so fair Shall we call back Northumberland and send Defiance to the Traytor 's Heart and Die Aum. No good my Lord let 's fight with gentle words Till time lend Friends and Friends their conquering Swords King That ere this power-chang'd Tongue That laid the Sentence of dread Banishment On yond proud Man shou'd take it off agen O that I were as great As is my Grief or lesser than my Name That I could quite forget what I have been Or not remember what I must be now Aum. Northumberland comes back from Bullingbrook King What must the King do now Must he forgo The Name of King O'God's Name let it pass I 'll give my Jewels for a set of Beads My gilded Palace for a Hermitage My Robes of Empire for an Alms-man's Gown My figur'd Goblets for a Dish of Wood My Scepter for an humble Palmers Staff My Subjects for a pair of Poor Carv'd Saints And my large Kingdom for a little Grave A little very little obscure Grave Aumarle Thou weep'st my tender hearted Cousin Wee 'l joyn our Royal with thy Loyal Tears Our sighs and they shall lodge the Summer Corn And make a Dearth in this revolting Land North. My Lord he thanks your Highness and begs leave To speak with you Sir please you to come down Hee 'll wait your Majesty i th' Court below King Down down I come like Blazing Phaeton Wanting the Menage of unruly Steeds Down pomp down swelling stubborn Heart down King For Night-Owls shrick where Mounting Larks should sing Exeunt from above Re-enter Bullingbrook and his Company in the Court. Bul Northumberland to London with all speed Summon a Parliament i' th' Commons Name In Order to the Kings Appearance there Enter King attended But see his Highness comes stand all apart And shew sair Duty to his Majesty York runs over to the King kneels and kisses his Hand York Now left the Rebels seize me if they can For here I 'll perish by my Sovereign's side King Fy Cousin you debase your princely Knee And make our Earth too proud with Kissing it Methinks my Heart had rather feel your Love Then thus in Eye behold the Courtesie Up Cousen up Your Heart is up I know Bul. My gracious Lord I come but for my own King And to that Title who must set the Bounds Bul. Nor even to that do I lay farther claim Than my true Service shall deserve your Love King Well you deserve they best deserve to have That know the strongest surest way to get But Heav'n rules all good Uncle dry your Tears Cousin I am to young to be your Father Tho' you are Old enuff to be my Heir Methinks one Person 's wanting yet To this fair Presence our Old Loyal Gaunt He was thy Father Herford was he not Excuse me Cousin Tears but ill become A King at least when Friends and Kinsmen meet And yet I cannot chuse but weep to think That whilst you press and I permit this Scorn What Plagues we heap on Children yet unborn Exeunt ACT IV. Enter York Aumarle in their Parliament Robes Two Messengers from Bullingbrook York TUt tut tut tell not me of Patience 't is a Load a Burden that Knaves will never cease to lay on whilst Asses will carry it nothing but Villany in this versal World and nothing plagues me but that I can't turn Villain too to be Reveng'd Aum. Persidious Bullingbrook